Words reach flesh
Like red fodder
Since they feel just
_thinking_
Caught a mouse under
Lion toes, caving in
_You're mine to crush_
_To belittle_
Give me a Catch-22
And I'll give you
Twenty
Two
to
Catch
- and inhale
Respect those around you with nimble toes, gentle hearts of melted iron
With faces touching, seeing, and consuming the nearby
Earth that dyes green and blue, gripping the sky
Children reach bones as adults crawl, searching for necessity
_We try_
Because there is a hope that cries true and loud.
That this is what we will ever need.
So inhale. And feel.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:41 PM UTC
Words reach flesh
Like red fodder
Since they feel just
_thinking_
Caught a mouse under
Lion toes, caving in
_You're mine to crush_
_To belittle_
Give me a Catch-22
And I'll give you
Twenty
Two
to
Catch
- and inhale
Respect those around you with nimble toes, gentle hearts of melted iron
With faces touching, seeing, and consuming the nearby
Earth that dyes green and blue, gripping the sky
Children reach bones as adults crawl, searching for necessity
_We try_
Because there is a hope that cries true and loud.
That this is what we will ever need.
So inhale. And feel.
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